Chu Ge was in excellent form that afternoon. He posted two four-thousand-word chapters in a row, eight thousand words in total, before opening the group chat expectantly to see whether anyone had praised his impressive length.
Instead, the group was saying, "What is Chu Da updating? We want the main story."
Chu Ge: "?"
"Where's my Qiu Qiu autobiography? Sob, sob, my Qiu Qiu..."
Chu Ge: "..."
What exactly counted as the main story here?!
Qiu Wuji posted a grinning emoji in the group, then privately messaged Chu Ge: "Feel like you've been NTR'd?"
Chu Ge blanched. "Holy shit, how do you even know that term? I recommend leaving the group!"
Qiu Wuji: "Those crappy terms of yours? I learned most of them in a few days. You think it took until now? Don't you dare kick me, or you'll never hear the end of it!"
Chu Ge bitterly regretted inviting her into the group as a moderator. "You ignore the good stuff and learn all this nonsense. How's learning to write coming along?"
"Well, people are treating my side story as the main story, aren't they? Hehe."
Chu Ge covered his face. Only after a long while did he say, "How did you pick up the habit of talking online when we're right next to each other, too...? And sending cutesy emojis all day."
"There's something rather fun about exchanging letters while we're right beside each other."
"Better not. It isn't a good thing."
"Why?"
"It means less communication in real life, and loneliness in a sense, too."
"Damn literary poser."
"You're describing online chats as exchanging letters, and you're calling me a literary poser..." Chu Ge truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He simply changed the subject. "Hey, how about eating out tonight?"
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